Page 87 of Gilded Cage (Kovalyov Bratva 1)

“Fucking hell, man, the sounds she made,” Cillian sighs. “Even when I stuck my cock in her mouth… You wanna try her? Name’s Ivory.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not taking your sloppy seconds.”

“Mate, she’s a fucking hooker,” Cillian points out. “That ship has sailed.”

“Cillian, I’m sorry, man, but I’m just not in the mood tonight,” I say, unwilling to pretend any longer. “The night ends here for me.”

“You serious?”

“Yeah. Thanks for the party, though.” I stand, ready to duck out immediately. “You should stay and sample the rest of the goods.”

“Jesus, fine,” Cillian says, standing himself.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I know, I know,” he says, cutting me off. “And yet, I am. This party’s pretty much over anyway.”

I shrug. He’s a grown man. He can make his own decisions.

The two of us make our way out of the club.

The line has long since vanished and the streets are practically empty. Since all our men are too drunk to drive, Cillian tries to hail a cab, but I stop him.

“Forget it,” I say. “Let’s just walk home.”

“You sure?”

“Fuck it. It’s a nice night.”

“As you wish, your highness. It’s your night. We’ll do things your way.”

We start walking, ears still pounding from the club. It really is a nice night. Clear, warm, quiet.

“What’re you eyeing me like that for?” I ask Cillian after a while. “Feels like you’re about to knock me out and steal my kidneys or some shit like that.”

Cillian shakes his head. “That’s one snazzy fucking jacket, man.”

I laugh. “You wanna try it on?”

“Fuck yeah I do. Hand it over.”

Still laughing, I remove the jacket and pass it to him. He pulls it on and laughs triumphantly. “Well, do I look like a fucking don now, or what?”

“You need to work out more, man,” I snort. “You don’t fill out that jacket like I do.”

“Asshole. You’re never getting this shit back now.”

We turn into a narrow alleyway so that we can cut across to the other side of the street. It’s only a block or two from here to my apartment building.

That’s when I hear two voices.

“… quickly… which one…?”

“…said it would be the one in the red jacket!”

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